Monthly Archives: February 2011
My axillary ultra-sound this morning was perfect. Wooooooohooooooooo!!!!!!! Huge thanks for the good luck and good vibes that are keeping me healthy. I was thinking… Since my ex-cancer took 44 years to appear, I’m not due for more until I’m at … Continue reading
Three weeks ago today, Mark lost his job. It was no laughing matter. But, thanks to a whack of relevant AD quotes, we laughed a lot that day. Often, it’s not what happens so much as how we frame it. This weekend, I … Continue reading
Life is short. And I’m the hard-earned new me. So, why must I continue to let braggarts, bullies and poseurs get under my skin? Really. I need to know why. So I can stop. Enough, already.
I’m extremely grateful that we’re alive and healthy and happy. Still, between the upheaval of Mark’s job juggling and health worries for myself and others, I’m feeling pretty run down. Run down yet sleepless. It could be worse. I could … Continue reading
Back in December, I got pretty freaked out about a line of lumps along my right arm. I fretted. I frenzied. And celebrated big when I got the good news. Two weeks ago, I had the long-awaited ultrasound and left … Continue reading
Let’s celebrate the power of creative expression — and the freedom to offend — Wednesday, February 23rd 8pm at the cozy, kitchy Raw Sugar Cafe at Censored Out Loud: Join a motley crew of writers, actors, musicians (including Lisa Poushinsky, Nichole McGill, Jesse Dangerously, Megan Jerome, Jessica … Continue reading
Hooping, it turns out, is perfect post-breast-cancer-treatment therapy. Almost. It challenges my co-ordination, balance and spatial awareness. It entirely occupies my mind. Its frantic, erratic arm movements sneak my damaged limb into places I thought I’d left behind. It allows … Continue reading
Andrée suggested I post my thoughts on how to have a happy marriage. So here they are: Be lucky. Not much of a post, though, so I’ll add: Find the right person. Be the right person. Work together. Work apart. … Continue reading
Three cheers for the six lovely ladies who made it, the six who didn’t, and to Betti for making this fabulous weekend happen.
Mr. Social Media hit the national TV screens again tonight. What that means for your weekend at 46:21. p.s. You can watch Mark’s Peace, Order and Googleable Government video, here.
I took a timeout from teleworking today to enjoy a walk with Phaedra. As my ever-burgeoning buttocks bounced happily behind me, I wondered what tweaks to my daily habits might reverse that jiggling trend. A young man caught up to … Continue reading
Twelve years ago last September, Mark and I chose to start a family. Twelve years ago tomorrow, we chose to announce that decision. By gathering 10 friends each, meeting in our favourite restaurant, exchanging wedding vows. And introducing soon-to-be Lucy. … Continue reading
Well, then, Tobias… follow those dreams. Make those dreams happen. — Tobias Funke, Visiting Ours Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever but … Continue reading
In the first few years after it, Jay and I laughed that our 7650 kilometre coast-to-coast cycling slog had eliminated all chances of future adventure. Once-thrilling ski and bike tours, tough as they were, left us unfulfilled. Our bang bar … Continue reading